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Avoidance Your faith was true well, you’ll never know I wanted to have a better posture not just body posture But I won’t change I’ll never change all that can happen is for my beliefs to change If I can believe deep down that order does not
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Schedule your priorities Only then prioritize your schedule In the world after college, you only get to do the things you schedule time for No more waiting for the moment If you wanna work out Put on the agenda If you want to write Put it down If you want
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There are many paths in life. What happens when you chose one? The monk. The entrepreneur. Concern yourself to the present moment. Concern yourself to the impact you want to have in the world. Love. Loving kindness. Focus. Intense Focus. Present. Future. Love while you can, express that love whenever
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Hello this is me. I’m that guy. you know who the one always cracking jokes I’m lost But I won’t say that to you ever I’m lost and honestly death doesn’t seem too scary I can think of it everyday all day and still act
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All fucked. You are all fucked Tring to disguise it To turn extraordinary situations into common experiences Love into sex Sex into something else Turn a world where everything is just as it is into division into politics into belief The world where a simple bird becomes focus of great
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So many words have been used to describe sadness. You are sad that is it. It is normal Regular Human Being human isn’t that much interesting though being an entrepreneur software engineer detective doctor artist That sounds better than being human caring for flowers, dogs, kids, but not ourselves.
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Nuance is the look in a person’s eyes just before the kiss It is the color that’s closer to red than to any other color but isn’t red Nuance is telling who someone is by the way they hug you Nuance is where it all happens it’
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Enough distractions Feelings Opinions emotionless and thoughtless choices programmed way before encountered. I’m wasting my time here writing reading consuming watching thinking what is important? I’m a slave to my creative impulses slave to what I deem a perfect work of art and I will never accomplish it
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Nothing. What is it that you need to get done? Why get out of bed? Why be healthy? Aren’t we all already dead? We are dead we’ve killed ourselves. School teaches us to hold on to not start living just yet. Most people are sane enough to disregard
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touch It smell It kiss It play with It stop wait and do it all over again get better at It wait continue. Strong now now go softly kissing it softly. The universe is here we are it is there anything better than playing with ourselves? Change it change yourself
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School Religion College teachers parents friends car crash trauma death heartbreak no one comes out of this unbroken there is no hope there is no despair to believe otherwise is to prove how deluded you really are do you want to be happy or right?
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Every honest intellectual must come to the question whether life can be a positive thing without it being a delusion. And however you answer this question might depend on particular life beliefs that we are not used to challenging. Challenging beliefs is how one arrives closer to an objective truth.
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Differences between right and wrong Light and Darkness Oppression and Control Good and Bad Red and Blue Blue and Turquoise Turquoise and Green. – It takes a purple stair to get to the top of the building the building is on fire firemen are here. But there’s no purple stairs
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being alone no connection no love no hope death is always fair life, not so much. Being without parents, friends, a job, a purpose, money, animals, nature. It is not fair.
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I’m drunk on life at this point While I depended on being actually drunk to write Now waves of spiritual drunkenness just wash me Wash me away And I take just another sip Just another drink into madness And I look at the shore People walk by to grab
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Spit it out No helping Just spitting it out Envy Jealousy Anger Self preservation I am afraid of the new age The new people The people that think differently than me. How could they? How could anyone doubt my thoughts? Don’t they know that my thoughts are me? And